Most of the people who could afford to dine at the Four Seas Tavern were scions of aristocratic families.
Lately, as commoner cultivators increasingly encroached on their turf, almost all of them had experienced some friction.
So after hearing Huang Fu and the others speak, quite a few aristocratic scions joined in the jeering.
"Hahaha, Brother Huang is right! A lowborn wretch is a lowborn wretch, and that's all he'll ever be!"
"Do these worthless curs really think they can amount to anything?"
"What a joke!"
Every word of their mockery reached Yang Jun's ears.
His expression darkened terribly, and just as he was about to explode...
The two men beside Yang Jun hurriedly held him back.
"Yang Jun, you've only just joined the City Guard. Don't cause trouble."
"Exactly... these are all aristocrats. We'll be at a disadvantage if a fight breaks out!"
"Just bear with it!"
The two men spoke in hushed voices.
Yang Jun had a bright future ahead of him now. There was no need to invite complications at a time like this.
But Yang Jun shook his head. "Brother Zhuo, Brother Cao."
"This is why you've never made any progress in martial arts."
"You have no fighting spirit. Whenever something happens, all you do is endure it."
"In this dark world, only fists speak the truth. The more you give way, the more arrogant they become!"
With that, Yang Jun fixed his eyes on Huang Fu.
Huang Fu suddenly felt a chill of unease.
But he refused to believe Yang Jun would actually dare attack him in front of so many people.
It was precisely that wishful thinking that proved his undoing!
Boom!
Yang Jun stamped his right foot down, shattering the floor, and lunged at Huang Fu in a blur.
The way he threw